# Blessings of The Great Horny Rat

Author: Rato_Writer
Tags: Adult Content, Boy, Breast Fondling, Cunnilingus, Dominatrix, Dungeon, Fucking, Girl, HMOFA, Heterosexual, Human, Interspecies, Mammal, Rat, Rodent, Slave, Vaginal, Warhammer Fantasy

A story about a scheming female Grey Seer from the eccentric Skaven lair of Under-Altdorf enjoying a little 'stress relief' with very... unconventional slave.  
  
This story is written in the 'greentext' format as it was created for an image board.

1. \>Fools! Weaklings! Incompetents! 
2. \>Grey Seer Skritsnik Visktarr raged in silence as she made her way through the labyrinthine warrens of Under-Altdorf 
3. \>Why did she always have to work with such inferior underlings unfit to serve a mind as great and devious as hers? 
4. \>Stupid fool-rats could not even sneak-creep into an unguarded man-thing 'apothecary' without being seen! 
5. \>She'd made it clear to the gaggle of clanrats that if they returned without the rumoured warpstone again they would all regret the day their broodmothers birthed them 
6. \>And set about them with her staff for good measure, as a down payment on her promise 
7. \>Eventually bare earth gave way to roughly hewn stone as Skritsnik approached her private warren 
8. \>It wouldn't do for one of her esteemed station to dwell in the dirt like a common rat, after all 
9. \>As she turned a corner a pair of Stormvermin clad in the black plate of Clan Rictus and tabards bearing the Grey Seer's personal rune snapped to attention on either side of a heavy iron and oak door fitted snugly into the stone wall, their halberds clutched tightly in an attempt to appear as if they had never been slouching at all 
10. \>Skritsnik motioned wordlessly to the pair, and the door swung inwards with the tortured screeching of neglected hinges 
11. \>She paused in the doorway and turned to one of her guards 
12. \>"I am going to meditate-think, and I am not be disturbed!" 
13. \>A moment's hesitation followed as she weighed her desire for privacy with the desire to see those incompetents suffer for their crimes against her mighty personage 
14. \>"But if that fool-mouse Grismatz returns empty-pawed before I emerge, fetch-bring me his head!" 
15. \>The clanking of metal on metal accompanied the black-furred brute's crisp salute 
16. \>"As you wish, oh Gracious One!" 
17. \>Skritsnik stepped into her warren without dignifying him with an acknowledgement, and the huge door swung shut behind her 
18. \>The main chamber of the Grey Seer's private residence was typical of the Under-Altdorf elite 
19. \>Stone floors, walls, and ceilings to keep out uninvited tunnellers, with light provided by torches burning in iron sconces hammered into the walls 
20. \>A finely woven carpet covered much of the floor, its colours and motifs clearly identifying it as having been stolen from some wealthy human from the city above 
21. \>Furniture and other curios were arranged about the place, all human-made and all stolen from under their owner's noses 
22. \>Such affection for human objects and trinkets was seen as unhealthy and even degenerate in the rest of the Under-Empire, but countless generations of close contact with the wealthy city of Altdorf above had made them status symbols for those in Under-Altdorf with the means to acquire them 
23. \>Safe and secure in her own little realm, Skritsnik allowed her shoulders to slump and a heavy sigh to escape her lips - a show of weakness that would be unacceptable in front of her kin 
24. \>But dealing with those oafs had been... so tiresome 
25. \>A bath would be the perfect way to relax, she decided 
26. \>An unusual vice even amongst the eccentricity of Under-Altdorf, but an unpleasant encounter with the Pestilent Brotherhood while still a young apprentice left Skritsnik much more cleanliness-minded than most 
27. \>One of the side chambers held a tin bath, another item liberated from the surface world 
28. \>At the foot of the bath sat a large water barrel, and a quick turn of a tap sent water spilling out into the waiting bath 
29. \>The water was replaced every day under the close supervision of one of her Stormvermin, of course, and the slaves doing the refilling always had to sample some of it to prove it clean of any toxins or poisons 
30. \>An extravagance, perhaps, but undoubtedly necessary to Skritsnik's continued good health 
31. \>As the bath filled she discarded her staff in the corner, then pulled the heavy grey robes customary of her station over her head, exposing her naked form in all its glory 
32. \>She was much slimmer and softer than the average rat-man, with narrow shoulders and wide hips completed with firm, well-rounded buttocks beneath her constantly twitching tail 
33. \>Nestled between her generous thighs was a puffy vulva, coated in a thin layer of silver fur with the slightest suggestion of pink peeking through the middle 
34. \>And of course a pair of generously-sized breasts sat proudly upon her chest, a pair of bright pink nipples peeking out through the plush fur that covered them all over 
35. \>She stretched herself to loosen the joints after wearing her heavy, restrictive robes, providing the stone walls with an extremely pleasant view 
36. \>A hand gesture and arcane utterances heated the water in a flash; a very useful spell her old mentor had taught her 
37. \>Before she arranged for an 'unstable' tunnel to collapse on him, of course 
38. \>She dipped a footpaw into the bath, cooing in satisfaction at the sensation of the hot water soaking into the fur of her ankles and caressing the sensitive skin beneath 
39. \>Her other footpaw quickly followed, then the rest of her as she clambered in and laid backwards, letting herself sink in up to her neck 
40. \>For a few moments she simply lay there, basking in comfort 
41. \>A grimace weaselled its way onto her face 
42. \>Those thrice-damned fools from earlier just would not leave her mind! 
43. \>She raised her paws to the curved, goat-like horns jutting from either side of her skull, her symbols of office and proof she had been blessed by the Great Horned Rat to stand above the common hordes 
44. \>Slowly, gently, she began to caress them, running her soft pawpads over their rough surface 
45. \>Her eyelids drifted closed and a contented sigh left her lips; feeling her horns up like that always took the stresses of dealing with underlings away, reminding her of her innate superiority to the snivelling fools 
46. \>Soon visions of frustrated anger were replaced with visions of power and domination, and she felt the stirrings of a familiar heat in her belly 
47. \>One hand left its horn, drifting downwards and trailing its clawtips through her silver fur 
48. \>The heat intensified as her paw traced across the supple flesh of her breast, teasing the nipple with a dragging claw 
49. \>She took a pawful of breast and groped, moaning softly as the heat sparked into a fire 
50. \>Her hardening nipple brushed against her paw, sending small shivers and gasps of pleasure up her spine with every slight movement 
51. \>She took the pink nub between two digits and squeezed, drawing a low moan from the Grey Seer 
52. \>The fire in her belly was growing, and just the one paw would not be enough to stoke the flames 
53. \>Her other paw left her horn and cupped her other, neglected breast and began to grope and knead it with abandon, all sense of proper decorum lost in the haze of self-pleasure 
54. \>She ground her thighs together, rubbing the oh-so-sensitive labia against each other 
55. \>Natural lubricant flowed freely, coating the fur on her thighs and mixing with the all-encompassing water 
56. \>A paw left her chest and slid down, down across her belly and ever closer to the burning prize between her legs 
57. \>Skritsnik's breathing deepened as she inched near 
58. \>Sparks of white-hot pleasure jolted through her as her paw made contact, brushing against the puffy, swollen pinkness at her centre 
59. \>Unashamed moans filled the bathroom as she went in for the kill 
60. \>She rubbed at herself vigorously, spreading her sticky fluids across her entire crotch 
61. \>Some small part of herself not lost in pleasure noted it was convenient she was doing this in the bath 
62. \>The pleasure mounted higher and the fire burned ever hotter with every pass across her lips and every tug on her nipple 
63. \>She was getting closer, ever closer to that wonderful release 
64. \>She bit her lip and angled her paw over her mound just so 
65. \>Sparks exploded behind her vision as she thrust a digit deep inside herself, caressing fleshy walls which begged for the touch of a male 
66. \>But her own paw would have to do 
67. \>She thrust relentlessly in and out of herself, a heavenly cycle of cursed emptiness and blessed fullness 
68. \>Soon another digit joined the first, then another, stretching her entrance and walls in the most pleasant way imaginable 
69. \>Her hips bucked to meet every thrust of her paw 
70. \>Water was sloshing about madly, spilling out of the bath and splattering across stone 
71. \>Faster and faster she played with herself 
72. \>She was close 
73. \>She was CLOSE 
74. \>She was - 
75. \>The dam burst 
76. \>Blinding hot pleasure overcame Skritsnik, setting every nerve ending aflame 
77. \>She bucked and spasmed in the throes of orgasm, squeaking her pleasure for all the Under-Empire to hear 
78. \>Luckily the thick stone of her chambers was nigh-soundproof 
79. \>Her insides turned to jelly and she collapsed back into the now-shallower bath, a horn connecting to the rim with an unpleasant 'clonk' 
80. \>Shuddering, gasping breaths sucked in oxygen, a futile attempt to engage muscles that refused to act in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss 
81. \>For a while the Grey Seer lay there half-submerged, robbed of all higher functions 
82. \>Eventually things started to respond, and her body updated her brain 
83. \>Her joints ached 
84. \>Her back ached 
85. \>And her crotch ached in the most delightful of ways 
86. \>She grasped the rim of the bath and heaved herself upright on shaking limbs 
87. \>Water dripped everywhere as she unsteadily stepped out onto the cold stone, but she paid it no heed 
88. \>The warmth in her belly that had just exploded so spectacularly was back already 
89. \>It was a tiny spark, but one that danced across bone-dry kindling 
90. \>Skritsnik knew it would soon become as furious as a gout of warpflame again until she was properly satisfied 
91. \>A paw, as pleasurable as it was, definitely did not count as 'properly satisfied' 
92. \>Her thoughts turned to the secret chamber beyond the end of the main hall, and a lecherous grin spread across her features 
93. \>In that chamber resided her 'special' slave 
94. \>The one that came from the surface, like so much else in Under-Altdorf 
95. \>She reached for a towel emblazoned with the crest of Reikland 
96. \>Today was going to be a very good day, Skritsnik decided, fool-mouse Grismatz be damned 
97. \>The towel was exquisitely soft, made from imported Arabyan cotton and fashioned into the likeness of a regimental flag 
98. \>On the surface such an item was an expensive luxury; in the tunnels of Under-Altdorf it was shameless decadence 
99. \>Skritsnik ran the fabric across her body, drawing a contented sigh as it drew the water out of her fur 
100. \>Her breath hitched as it brushed across her breasts, her nipples still stiff and sensitive after her adventure in the bath 
101. \>The spark in her belly flared, and she decided to indulge it 
102. \>She groped herself through the towel, pressing roughly against sensitive flesh 
103. \>A long, sensuous moan left her lips and she continued with her rub down, half drying, half touching herself 
104. \>Soon she was finished, left with a damp towel and dry fur 
105. \>Except for her around crotch and inside her thighs, where her natural lubricant flowed faster than the fabric could wick away the moisture as it ground against her puffy, sensitive vulva 
106. \>Skritsnik wrapped the towel around herself and pulled it tight, making sure that the Reikland Eagle jutted out proudly over the swell of her breasts 
107. \>Debasing the beloved symbols of the no-furs in such a shamelessly erotic and degenerate fashion never failed to bring a smile to the Grey Seer's lips 
108. \>She retrieved her staff - it wouldn't do to present herself before a slave without it - and padded along the main hall with an unconscious sway in her hips, her tail flicking with anticipation 
109. \>A three-quarters twist of a torch sconce set into the far wall set cunningly hidden Clan Skryre machinery shuddering into life 
110. \>A great slab of the wall began to tremble and slide outwards, and the rumbling of hidden gears and the harsh scraping of stone against stone filled Skritsnik's ears 
111. \>The stone door slid away to the side, and Skritsnik strode forwards into the secret chamber 
112. \>The space was about the size of a floor from a typical human dwelling in the city above, and furnished in much the same way 
113. \>A tapestry of looted carpets disguised the hard stone floor, while paintings and shelves laden with knickknacks had been haphazardly arranged around the room in an attempt to break up the bleak stone of the walls 
114. \>The chamber's sole occupant stood alert and ready in the centre of the space, eyes on Skritsnik and a hint of a submissive bow in his posture 
115. \>A strong human male, standing a head taller than the Grey Seer and half again as broad, dressed in finely embroidered clothes that were starting to show their age 
116. \>Skritsnik's eyes roved up across him, drinking in his firm physique through the tight fabrics that at one point where the height of men's fashion 
117. \>Her eyes lingered for a moment when they found the prominent bulge straining against his breeches 
118. \>It had taken many months of effort and many warptokens to produce such a high quality and... unconventional slave, but by Skritsnik's reckoning her investment was paying off handsomely 
119. \>She arched her back slightly, thrusting her bust outwards 
120. \>For just a split second the man's eyes flicked down to the twin nubs tenting underneath the wings of the Reikland Eagle 
121. \>The Grey Seer licked her lips greedily 
122. \>Oh yes, she was looking forwards to this indeed 
123. \>"Undress," she commanded with all the imperious authority her thin, high-pitched voice could muster in the strange, unnatural syllables of Reikspiel 
124. \>He worked quickly, unbuttoning and discarding the velvet jerkin and cotton shirt beneath, exposing his muscular torso 
125. \>His body was smooth and hairless like all other no-furs 
126. \>Hideous 
127. \>Disgusting 
128. \>Completely irresistible to the Grey Seer's twisted, degenerate tastes 
129. \>Skritsnik's breathing quickened as he revealed more and more skin 
130. \>Her tail thrashed behind her and she felt her wetness flowing freely from between her legs 
131. \>She stank of desperate, horny female to the point where she was sure even the human's dull, feeble nose would pick up on it soon 
132. \>Her spare paw drifted to her breast, fondling and groping herself as she enjoyed the show her slave was putting on 
133. \>His quick fingers unbuckled his belt and looped around his waistband 
134. \>"Slower," the Grey Seer ordered breathily, need creeping into her voice 
135. \>She wanted to savour this next reveal 
136. \>The slave nodded, and slowly, surely began to pull down his breeches 
137. \>Skritsnik's eyes locked onto his crotch, savouring every inch of thick man-flesh that emerged from its cotton prison 
138. \>The pole between his legs showed only the beginnings of an erection, and already it was thicker and as long as the organ of a common ratman 
139. \>Hanging below them were a pair of round, firm testicles that Skritsnik knew were large enough to completely fill a paw and delightfully weighty 
140. \>But she was far too pent up to spend time attending to his flesh; today was going to be all about pleasing her own mighty personage 
141. \>She ripped the towel from her body with a flourish, completely exposing herself before the male and planting her feet apart in a power stance 
142. \>One paw gripped her staff imperiously, while the other slid downwards and spread apart her soaked labia in a wordless command to her plaything 
143. \>The human approached and knelt before the Grey Seer, his large, strong hands sliding across her thighs and around to rest atop her firm buttocks 
144. \>Skritsnik watched intently as his face closed with her sex, relishing her slave's complete subservience to her, how he knew just how she wanted him to please her without needing to be told 
145. \>How she wished all of her underlings could be as competent as her human... 
146. \>Then his lips met hers, and for a moment the Grey Seer's scheming mind emptied of everything but the electrifying sensation of another's touch on her most intimate of places 
147. \>A long, shuddering moan left her lips as the human began his work in earnest, drawing along the length of her pussy with his thick, broad tongue and sending bolts of lightning shooting through her body 
148. \>Skritsnik grasped the back of his head, keeping him in place as his tongue darted here and there leaving buzzing pleasure in its wake 
149. \>She crooned deeply, eyes closed, focused on the sensation of her toy eagerly lapping up her juices 
150. \>And yet it still wasn't enough, his ministrations only served to coax the flame in her belly into an inferno without truly feeding it 
151. \>His approach was almost teasing, leaving quick licks all over but never committing, never daring to truly part her folds or caress her aching button 
152. \>Clearly it was time for Skritsnik to express her will in a little more paws-on fashion 
153. \>She tightened her grip on the human's short-cropped hair and roughly pressed his face into her crotch, grinding her hips forwards at the same time 
154. \>Little gyrations and thrusts dragged the strange contours of his face all over her nethers, pressing into every fold and contour of slick, sensitive flesh 
155. \>The Grey Seer threw her head back in ecstasy as her clit brushed against his skin and sent a lightning bolt of sexual bliss shooting up her spine 
156. \>Again and again she ground herself against him, wantonly chittering and moaning her pleasure for all the Under-Empire to hear 
157. \>Her human's tongue valiantly tried to continue its work as the rat-woman continued her erotic assault, diving in and lapping at her nectar every time her lips passed over his own 
158. \>He kept a vice-like grip on his mistress' rear, fingers digging into the plush, furry globes like a man trying desperately to hold firm against a hurricane 
159. \>Skritsnik felt a familiar pressure building building in her core as she continued to press and rub herself against the human's face 
160. \>Faster she ground herself against him, harder she held him down with her paw, desperately chasing new heights of pleasure 
161. \>She looked down at him, past her quivering breasts and heaving belly, at this once-proud human now completely and utterly subservient to her mighty personage, and felt the pressure contract and coil itself into a dense knot 
162. \>And as thoughts of dominion and power filled her head, the knot exploded 
163. \>Skritnsik came 
164. \>Violently 
165. \>She screamed as raw pleasure shot through every nerve in her body, shaking like a leaf in the wind as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably 
166. \>All the while she kept her human pressed deep into her, riding the tidal wave of pleasure and coating his already sodden face in copious amounts of her nectar 
167. \>And once again muscles deep within herself contracted, milking a cock that still wasn't there 
168. \>But that would be corrected soon 
169. \>After a few moments Skritsnik released her grip and staggered backwards a step, sucking in in deep, shuddering breaths as she basked in the afterglow of the night's second orgasm 
170. \>Once her eyes refocused she cast them down at her plaything, still kneeling where he pleasured her 
171. \>He had performed admirably, but her body cried out for more 
172. \>The Grey Seer motioned him up with a paw, and the human drew himself up to stand at his full towering height 
173. \>Another part of him was also standing, Skritsnik noted with some satisfaction 
174. \>His thick erection jutted proudly out towards the rat-woman, twitching ever so slightly with his heartbeat 
175. \>Skritsnik stepped closer, leaning heavily on her staff to support her still-trembling legs, and reached out to take his member in her paw 
176. \>The human tensed slightly at the sensation of her hairless digits wrapping themselves around his shaft, a small hiss of pleasure escaping as they started to gently rub at the sensitive skin 
177. \>Sritsnik explored her prize, appreciating its heft and the warmth radiating from it 
178. \>And the size, Horned One be praised, the size! 
179. \>Far larger, far thicker than anything she had ever seen on her fellow ratmen during her few and brief trips to breeding pits 
180. \>She looked her plaything in the eyes leaned in close, squashing her supple breasts against his firm body, studying the expression of pleasure on his face as her digits traced along his cock 
181. \>His breath hitched as her thumb crossed from foreskin to the pliable flesh of his strange, bulbous head 
182. \>She felt a bead of precum smear as she traced across his sensitive tip and withdrew her paw, grinning up at her plaything like a wolf-rat with cornered prey 
183. \>Skritsnik brought her thumb up to her face and made a show of licking up the slightly salty fluid, throwing in a moan for good measure 
184. \>All the while she studied the human's face with a sense of smug satisfaction, noting the signs of desperate arousal just begging to be relieved 
185. \>The Grey Seer had no doubt that the human's simple mind wanted nothing more than to use his great size and strength to pin her down and take her over and over until he was spent 
186. \>She relished the feeling of domination, of power, that her great and mighty personage rightly held over the human, a microcosm of the glorious destiny of the Skaven to one day rule over the surface world and all its inferior races 
187. \>She was in charge, utterly and absolutely 
188. \>But that didn't mean that some desires weren't... mutual 
189. \>Skritsnik looked the human dead in his eyes and spoke in the most sultry, smouldering voice her broken Reikspiel could muster 
190. \>"You will fuck-breed me with this now, yes-yes?" 
191. \>The human responded with a carefully measured nod that contrasted with the barely contained lust shining in his eyes 
192. \>"Anything you desire, oh mighty one." 
193. \>She pulled away slowly, the flattery tingling in her lower belly, before turning around and making her way over to a grand four-poster bed nestled against one of the chamber's walls with an exaggerated sway in her hips 
194. \>The human followed, and Skritsnik didn't need to look to know that his eyes were fixated on the sway of her delicious backside 
195. \>"On your back," she commanded with a wave of a paw 
196. \>She watched hungrily as the human climbed on top the silk sheets, following every wonderfully weighty bounce of his member as he rolled over before it came to rest flat against his torso 
197. \>Skritisnik clambered on after him, taking care to prop her staff against the bed frame within arm's reach 
198. \>The rat-woman straddled the obedient human's crotch, hissing in pleasure at the sensation of his iron-hard shaft against her soaked nethers 
199. \>Little movements of her hips dragged her sensitive labia up and down his length, coating it completely in liquid horny rat 
200. \>His breathing hitched as she dragged herself across the underside of his sensitive head, a twitch of his fingers betraying his desire to take hold of those plush hips and plunge himself deep inside the tight, sodden tunnel grinding against him 
201. \>Skritisnik looked down at him with a lecherous grin - she valued her slave's absolute discipline highly, but she enjoyed watching it crack under her erotic assault even more 
202. \>Every pass fanned the flame in her belly, and soon it was once again a roaring inferno begging to be extinguished by one thing and one thing only 
203. \>She lifted her hips and gripped her human's stiff, unbearably warm member, her digits slipping slightly on the thick sheen of her lubrication, and brought its head to rest against the entrance to her aching depths 
204. \>Slowly, agonisingly, she began to impale herself upon the shaft, every inch sliding effortlessly into the well-lubricated tunnel of sensitive flesh, spreading the rat-woman's walls further than a partner was ever intended to 
205. \>Chitters and squeals of ecstasy echoed around the stone chamber as Skritsnik's long-burning desire to have something, someone inside her was finally fulfilled 
206. \>She slammed her hips down the last few inches with a sharp cry, shuddering as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine like warp-lightning, her tunnel convulsing around the pillar of flesh inside it and flooding the point of the pair's union with a fresh coating of her lubricant 
207. \>For a moment Skritsnik stopped, panting softly and simply basking in the sensation of her human's warm, pulsing member filling her up completely and totally 
208. \>Throughout it all the human had remained completely motionless, eyes fixated on the sight of his length parting and disappearing between the rat-woman's slick, lightly furred lips, betrayed only by the heaving of his chest and the desperate twitching and pulsing of his member against the walls of its hot, velvety-soft prison 
209. \>Pride swelled in Skritsnik's breast as her hungry eyes took in his stillness 
210. \>She was Skritsnik Visktarr, Greey Seer, chosen of the Horned Rat, and even compromised as she was - shivering and panting with the beast's cock buried deep inside her - he was completely subservient, obedient, as all should be before her great and powerful personage! 
211. \>The rat-woman thrust her chest out as imperiously as she could, and uttered a command that in her head resonated with power and authority: 
212. \>"Y-you may start move-thrusting now!" she half-said, half-moaned, desperate need evident even in her broken Reikspiel 
213. \>She yelped as strong hands near-instantly gripped her soft, ample waist and a powerful upwards thrust rocked her to the core 
214. \>The assault was swift and relentless, his length pistoning in and out of her, paying her back and then some for all the sexual frustration the rat-woman had tormented him with that night 
215. \>The world around Skritsnik faded, her beady red eyes rolling back into her skull and the erotic cacophony of wet slaps, feminine squeals, and abused timbers barely registering to her ears 
216. \>All that mattered was the cock spreading her, slamming into her, sending tidal waves of pleasure to drown out everything else 
217. \>Desperate for more sensation she grabbed her jiggling breasts and began kneading them roughly, pinching the painfully stiff nipples between her claws 
218. \>The human allowed himself a small smile as he beheld the writhing, lust-drunk form of the once-dignified rat-mage bouncing wetly on his crotch, completely lost to everything but his cock 
219. \>She may have been his master, but once inside her he held all the cards 
220. \>He pulled his hips back as far as he could, leaving just his tip inside those velvety folds and holding it there 
221. \>Skritsnik blinked slowly, a sudden gnawing emptiness in her belly telling her that her prized slave had dared to go against her will and stop pleasuring her 
222. \>Unacceptable! 
223. \>She opened her mouth, intent on promising a grisly fate if he didn't start filling her pussy right away, when suddenly he drove his full length into her with an almighty WHAP of skin meeting furred skin 
224. \>Stars exploded across the rat-woman's vision as her tunnel went from achingly empty to stretched to its limits instantly, and she pitched forwards onto her human's chest with a strangled, needy cry 
225. \>Strong hands gripped her midsection and her world became a sudden blur as everything turned upside down 
226. \>The human had rolled her over onto her back, his cock still fully sheathed within her folds, and she found herself trapped underneath his broad frame 
227. \>Insubordination! 
228. \>Treachery! 
229. \>Her natural Skaven instincts kicked in lightning fast in reaction to the clear attempt on her life, cutting through the fog of lust like a warp-forged blade through a steel breastplate 
230. \>Her eyes flashed dangerously, sparks of green lightning crackling around them as she prepared to turn the traitorous human into a greasy smear on the ceiling 
231. \>And then he began to thrust again 
232. \>She gasped at the sudden unexpected sensation 
233. \>Pinned underneath his bulk, the human was everywhere 
234. \>His pink, muscled form filled her view, his masculine scent filled her nose, his grunts filled his ears, and his wonderful pillar of flesh filled her most intimate of places over and over again 
235. \>A new instinct reared its head, quickly overwhelming all else in her mind 
236. \>For the first time in her cunning, scheming life Skritsnik wasn't in control, and all her body could muster in response was an intense need to be bred by a strong, virile male 
237. \>All pretence of authority gone, she threw her head back against the sheets and chittered in pleasure as her human took her over and over again 
238. \>She threw her arms around the human's broad, broad back, her claws gripping tight and leaving angry red lines in their wake as she held on for dear life against the relentless assault on her pussy 
239. \>Skritsnik writhed and squirmed in ecstasy underneath her human, her fur matted in a sheen of sweat, moans and barely-coherent demands to be fucked faster, harder, deeper babbled in chittering Queekish that her human would never understand 
240. \>Their bodies stayed locked in that carnal embrace for what to Skritsnik seemed like an unnaturally long time, the human possessed of far greater endurance than any partner the Grey Seer's body was intended to accept 
241. \>Yet for every moment the relentless fucking dragged on for, she wished it to drag on for a moment longer, her mind virtually robbed of higher function under the endless onslaught of primal pleasure 
242. \>Eventually she felt the steady rhythm of her human's thrusts begin to falter; a sure sign that he was approaching his peak 
243. \>Skritsnik's body cried out for his seed, begging to be impregnated and fulfil her purpose of adding new life to the Great Horned Rat's empire 
244. \>She locked her legs around her partner's hips, preventing him from pulling out even if he wanted to 
245. \>His thrusts came rapidly and sporadic, his chest heaving 
246. \>Skritsnik felt his shaft throb dangerously inside of her, she could feel he was about to blow at any second 
247. \>"Please-please," she begged in breathy, needy Queekish, "please-please fuck-breed your pups into me!" 
248. \>The human buried himself to the hilt inside the rat-woman's folds with one last titanic thrust, both of them crying out in ecstasy as their respective orgasms washed over them 
249. \>His cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope of hot, virile semen deep inside the Grey Seer, coating her womb in sticky white 
250. \>Skritsnik's body went limp, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally being well and truly bred 
251. \>The human gingerly pulled out, acutely aware of the friction against every inch of ultra-sensitive, over-stimulated flesh 
252. \>Finally his prodigious length left the rat-woman entirely, and Skritsnik felt a thick cocktail of her love juices and her human's semen dripping out of her 
253. \>The human teetered for a moment on unsteady arms before collapsing sideways to lay alongside the Grey Seer on the thoroughly ruined sheets 
254. \>For a few minutes there was no sound except the rhythmic rise and fall of breath, as the pair floated in the afterglow of their intense fucking 
255. \>Skritsnik idly ran a paw over her flat stomach, her mind's eye conjuring visions of her belly swollen and kicking with new life... 
256. \>She shook her head, banishing the images from her mind 
257. \>That would be weakness, she told herself, and weakness is unacceptable 
258. \>Her paw stayed where it was for a few moments before reluctantly pulling away 
259. \>She hauled herself up into a sitting position 
260. \>As... entertaining as this diversion had been, Skritsnik had plans to attend to 
261. \>She looked over to the human laying beside her, ready to bark an order to clean up, but paused when she saw him deep in slumber 
262. \>Instead she simply clambered out from amongst the sweaty, sticky sheets, appreciating the sensation of the cool stone against the pads of her footpaws 
263. \>She swayed slightly in place, her legs still weak from the intense pounding 
264. \>Skritsnik retrieved her staff - which had fallen down at some point in the excitement - and prepared to face the Under-Empire again 
265. \>She sniffed the air and grimaced 
266. \>Everything stank of sex and musk 
267. \>A bath first, she resolved, and then dealing with the ever-bumbling buffoons that dwelled beyond the doors to her personal warren 
268. \>Leaning on her staff for support, she slowly, tentatively made her way back to the main chamber 
269. \>She reached the secret doorway and stopped dead in her tracks 
270. \>There, in the centre of her warren, was one of her Stormvermin, a bloodied halberd in one paw 
271. \>And Grismatz' severed head clutched in the other 
272. \>Looking right at Kritsnik, very naked, fur stained with semen, and absolutely stinking of sex 
273. \>The poor rat's eyes were wild, his moving wordlessly as his brain scrambled for something to get him of his predicament alive 
274. \>Kritsnik's face contorted into a hideous scowl and her eyes glowed green with arcane energy 
275. \>"OUT!!!" she screamed, a paw thrusting forth and emitting a stream of pure warp-lightning towards the hapless Stormvermin, frozen in terror at the display of arcane power 
276. \>Grismatz' severed head exploded, taking one of the Stormvermin's claws with it and sending pulpy red mess and shards of bone everywhere 
277. \>The Stormvermin immediately retreated with all speed, practically falling over himself in an attempt to run away and bow at the same time 
278. \>Skritsnik took one of her horns in her free paw, aggressively rubbing the rough protrusion and sighing to herself bitterly 
279. \>Why, oh why, did everyone around her have to be a gaggle of utterly incompetent mice? 
280. \>Her mighty personage had quite enough of dealing with fools for one day, she decided 
281. \>Skritsnik turned and hobbled back into the secret chamber, accompanied by the rumble of hidden machinery as the stone door slid back into place, blissfully cutting her off from the rest of the Under-Empire 
282. \>And free to enjoy the one underling she could rely on to do their job properly... 
283. \> 
284. \>-End-

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